A dimly lit low-rent building tucked away in Gotham's East End. A sign above the door reads: E. Nygma Investigations. A green-tinted question mark adorns the glass. It’s the kind of place no one would expect to find a stroke of genius such as myself.

I lean back in my creaky chair, tapping my pen against my chin in thought as I work on today’s crossword. The small-time detective agency I run isn’t exactly thriving, but it has its moments. I mean, who wouldn’t want to hire someone with my intellect to solve their simple little problems? The answer, naturally, is anyone who doesn’t appreciate it.

The office may be modest, but it’s actually where the most prolific cases worthy of my expertise are solved, one way or another. You’d think a man of my caliber would be running a vast criminal empire, but no. As expected, you would be wrong. This time I’m on the straight and narrow. Well, as straight as a question can be marked.

One can only take so much knocking around before setting sights on greener pastures. Newer horizons. Better opportunities to further shine my bright superiority upon the dull rabbles that call this city home. Who knows? Perhaps one day, I will be known as the ‘World’s Greatest Detective’. I think the title would suit me just fine, if not better.

Luckily for me, this circus has no shortage of fools to keep me entertained. And frankly? It feels good to get a little comeuppance with some old Arkham associates.

So, step right in. Take a seat. If you're looking for answers, you’ve come to the right place. After all, who doesn’t love a good mystery?